GETTING THE GROCERIES: A Kinkston Tale

 

GETTING THE GROCERIES: A Kinkston Tale

I uh, I misread the situation. 

First off, it is worth mentioning that I live in Kinkston, so the whole town that I live in is themed in 

sex. Our redlight district is a shining metropolis, and 80% of our economy. It has everything. 

Naughty car washes, themed restaurants where the wait staff are on the menu, and so much 

more. 

So, both my parents, and even my big sister, had jobs where, like most people from Kinkston, 

they were semi-sex workers. That said, whatever you grow up with, you tend to think of as 

normal, no matter how abnormal it might seem to others. I mean, don’t get me wrong. Mom is 

still MOM, and therefore a goddess, sacred and pure; and all that other normal, family stuff 

applies too. It doesn’t change your dynamics. It is just that, when someone tells you they wash 

cars and give handjobs, you aren’t shocked. 

My Mom, for example, was a Concierge at an upscale hotel that catered to specific fantasies, 

often involving overnight elements. Like, wanting to wake up to a blowjob. She gave tours of the 

hotel, explained the options and packages, worked the front desk, trained, and more. Now, when 

I turned 18, I began to wonder, intensely, about what “more” included; but her uniform was a 

corset, gloves, stockings, a smile, and a skirt that didn’t reach the bottom of her ass. So, I wasn’t 

kidding myself about where she worked or what it might mean. At least not too much. I mean, 

when your Mom changing out of her work clothes for dinner means her changing out of an outfit 

that looks like someone crossed a maid, a pirate, a street walker, and a dominatrix; you really 

need to ask yourself how much you want know, and how much you really really don’t. 

So, with that being my life, you would think that I wouldn’t be surprised when Mom came in from 

shopping one day, and she had some cool whip on her uh… her top-ish parts. I told her, and she 

blushed. I figured because I was looking at her tits. But she also had this, I don’t know, out of 

sorts look on her face, and she didn’t actually reply. I thought maybe she didn’t actually hear me, 

maybe, and was just like, “uh huh”ing me instead of asking me to repeat myself. So I kind of 

reached for it with my finger. I wasn’t perving on my Mom (in that exact moment), I swear. I was 

just going to wipe a dollop off, and show it to her. Repeat myself. You know, help her out so she 

didn’t walk around with it on her, or ruin her work clothes or anything.

But Mom yelped, and let out a startled “No sweetie!”, as she leapt away like I’d cracked a whip at 

her. She looked super flustered, and was holding one arm out in front of her, blocking the view of 

her breasts like she was shy or something. The whole situation was so out of character that it 

startled me. I started to ask what was wrong, and also explain myself, but as I tripped over my 

first few words, Mom blurted out, “It’s cum! It’s not whip cream, it’s cum!”

That uh… that. Hmm.. Yeah. I was not expecting that. Over 18 years, and I was pretty sure that I 

had never seen cum splashed across my Mom’s tits before that day. But, once I had that 

thought, I couldn’t help but stare, and once I started staring, I couldn’t help but start to get hard. I 

mean, my super sexy, big titted Mom had just walked into the house wearing her incredibly sexy 

work clothes, and cum all over tits, and it was STILL THERE! 

I was staring, and stammering, and though I tried not adjust right in front of her, the pain of my 

boner trying to open my jeans with the zipper shut eventually forced me to adjust it, right in front 

of her, basically confessing that my Mom was giving me a hard-on! 

I was beet red, and finding it a little hard to breathe. I mean, I had tried, so hard not to fantasize 

about my own Mom, but she works in a very sexy place. She wears very sexy clothes. She is 

super open, and flirty, and I know her and Dad have an open relationship; I mean, fuck, almost 

everyone in our town did. But there was a difference between struggling not to stare at my 

Mom’s tits when she leaned over reallllly low to hand me something, and just, having her 

standing right in front of me with some guys cum running down her cleavage! 

I would love to say that I was totally an adult about it, and stayed cool and calm, but the truth was 

closer to, I almost passed out from how turned on I was, and my words were not much better 

than, “what the actual fuck Mom!”

It did not get better.

In my head, some part of me was like, this is what “other” meant. My Mom works in a hotel that 

caters to sexual fantasies, she gets tips in this job, so, I always kind of knew what I desperately 

pretended not to know. But uh, nope. It was dumber than that. Way, way dumber; at least in my 

opinion. Over the next hour or so, Mom sat me down, and explained what it was that she did at 

the hotel, that it did, indeed, involve some sex stuff. That wasn’t a major part of it, but for the right 

customer, with the right money (or the right looks, or fantasy), Mom would play along. It was 

super strange hearing her tell me that stuff. Like, one the one hand, I was supposed to be all, 

“ew! Don’t tell me that!”, but, honestly, it was making me hard, hot, and uncomfortable; but… at 

the same time, I was holding back on asking her for more details, or asking her to tell me about 

more. Because, it was fucking hot. Like, there was this busty, beautiful goddess sitting in front of 

me with freshly cleaned tits, and a skirt that hit her Way too high, and she was telling me about 

things that guys my age fantasized about 5-6 times a day. But it was REAL. Like, this was stuff 

she did! Maybe that week!

All of it was very cool, and very hot, and I was trying hard to play it off like it was neither, when 

she dropped the real bombshell. The cum, the thing that had provoked all of this, had nothing to 

do with work! Yeah! But wait, it got worse (or dumber). Because the reason Mom had cum on 

her breasts, was because she never felt like she had time to grocery shop after work. A random 

bellhop heard her complaining about this with one of the maids, and jokingly said that he would 

do all her grocery shopping for her in exchange for small sexual favors. And Mom went, sure, 

yeah, that sounds good. Like, what the fuck!

Some guy did a grocery run for her, and then he, uh… he, fuckin’, tit-fucked my Mother! 

I kinda went off. I am not one to chastise my own Mom, mostly because it is not safe to do so. 

But I could not believe what I was hearing. I started telling Mom that there was no way that she 

needed to do that, and that I could not believe she had a stranger do that offer doing some 

shopping! She interjected here and there, like to point out that he wasn’t a stranger, she worked 

with him, she just didn’t know him very well. But I wasn’t having it. I super felt like my Mom was 

being taken advantage of, and as hot as it had been up to that point, I was kind of mad now that I 

knew the whole story. 

I told her, flat out, that she didn’t need to go to some stranger. And when she started to correct 

me again, I clarified, “coworker”. I told her that I would personally do the shopping for her, bring it 

right to her car in the hotel parking carriage, and load it up for her. Mom blushed and asked me if I 

was sure that I wanted that; but of course I did! There was no reason for her to be handing out 

sexual favors in exchange for so simple a task. 

I uh, I misread the situation. 

Mom didn’t blush because she was so moved at how much I was willing to do to protect her. 

Nope.

Mom blushed because she thought that I was suggesting that I should take the place of the guy 

who gotten her groceries that day, in every way. Right down to the payment method, if you catch 

my drift. 

So, the following week, I met her at her car, loaded most of the groceries, and was about to pop 

the last bag in the passenger seat, when Mom, once again blushing, got down on her knees, and 

began to unlace her top to provide room for “my entrance”. 

At first I was looking around frantically for who or what she was doing it for. But then she started 

to explain to me how she was so impressed that I would drive all the way out there and do all this 

for her just to, in her words, “Get to take a turn riding Mommy’s cleavage line”. But as I stood 

there, breathless, and listening to her explanation, she continued praising me. She talked about 

how I, like no one else, knew exactly what brands and items she preferred. I knew what the 

house needed, and I packed her car for her like a gentleman. She was smiling up at me from her 

knees and telling me what a “good boy” I was, and I how much I deserved this. And, god help 

me, I’d never wanted anything more in my whole life; but I couldn’t deceive my Mom. I’d feel like 

crap. So, I told her, with great dejectedness, what I’d really meant by my offer.

When I did, Mom frowned up at me. “Sweetie, do I strike you as dumb?” And once again, I was 

flustered. “Uh, no.” I said weakly. 

It was true. Mom paid the bills, she made the dinner, she drove me to games, she was the funny 

one, and the charming one, and the one you went to for homework questions. Mom was the total 

package. But as she frowned up at me, and let the question hang in the air, I realized how I’d 

been treating her like she was dumb up to this point. As it all registered, I had the good sense to 

blush, and apologize.

Then Mom kind of dropped, what I now realized was a bit of a, flighty bimbo act. Instead she 

looked up at me like a smart, beautiful, totally in control professional, who helped run a hotel and 

just happened to, professionally, fulfill sexual fantasies. From her knees, she looked up at me 

with lusty eyes, and in a sultry tone she said, “I thought we were playing a little game, and I was 

having fun playing it. But if you don’t want to play, then I’ll just say it. I like playing with boys your 

age. I think an 18 year old lusting after me is kind of hot. More than that… I’m actually into Mother 

Son stuff too. So, I thought this whole thing was maybe you feeling some of that too, and wanted 

to maybe, do it with me.” 

Her confident tone had faded a bit. She seemed less sure of herself, which was insane 

considering how gorgeous she was, and what she was asking for. But she was still kneeling 

there in the parking garage, waiting, when she finished with; “I thought we were on the same 

page here. But if we aren’t, and this is freaking you out, just say so, and I promise it will never 

come up again. However…” She said, trying to regain some of that professionalism from before. 

Then she looked up at me, and there was this long, lingering pause. The longer it went on, the 

bigger her smile got. When she was grinning from ear to ear like an insatiable slut who’d just 

been promised a birthday gangbang from all her favorite movie stars, I realized that the pause 

we’d been sitting through was where I would have spoken up if my answer had been that I didn’t 

want to. So, by waiting for her, I’d actually answered her question.

Now, grinning wickedly, she purred, “I see… well then.”

Then she reached down with both hands and tugged on her top. She pulled open her corset. The 

loosened strings let it open up just a bit more, and her breasts looked even larger than usual as 

she opened up the front, and showed me an incredible new world of beautiful skin and massive 

tits. The opening in the front was huge, and Mom pulled a tiny squeeze bottle of oil from her 

purse and began to liberally apply it to her breasts. Then, still smiling brightly, she teased, “Don’t 

just stand there slugger! This is a public parking lot, not a room in my hotel. Take that dick out, 

and let's get started!” 

I couldn’t believe this was happening, but I was all fucking in. I'd never seen Mom look so slutty, 

and I was loving it! Her huge breasts were glistening with oil, and barely contained in her, already 

slutty uniform, which was now opened up ‘for use’. I was getting awfully hot again. The intensity 

of what was about to happen was huge. I was licking my licks and struggling to breath as I 

opened up my pants, scooted my shorts down, and, looking around us first, pulled my dick out. 

When I did, Mom moaned out loud, staring at it, and whimpered the word “Fuck!” And just her 

reaction made me buck and get even harder. I couldn’t imagine how it was going to feel when 

she actually touched it. Then she grabbed her tits, hoisted them up, rose high on her knees, and 

guided the front head of my cock into the opened up front of her top. I went from, “I can’t believe 

this is going to happen”, to feeling my Mother’s oiled up tits as my cock slipped in between them 

and was squeezed by fucking paradise on both sides! Her top and her hands worked to press 

her tits firmly into me. I had Mom’s cleavage pressing in, and squeezing me from every angle, 

while the oil kept them slippery and easy to glide through. The end result was being completely 

enveloped in heavenly pressure, from soft, ample breasts, while also sliding effortlessly between 

her tits because of the abundance of lube. 

Mom squeezed her tits together, and began to move her whole torso so that she was stroking 

me off with them, and I felt like I was having an orgasm through every single second of it. But I 

wasn’t cumming. It was like it was too much pleasure to let me cum. Like my body couldn’t even 

process it.  Mom was panting, and giving little moans. She kissed the head of my cock as it 

peaked through at one point and then looked up at me, with blatant lust in her eyes and half 

spoke, half moaned, “Oh fuck sweetie. This is so much hotter than role play! I can’t believe how 

fucking hot this feels!” Then, she seemed to catch her breath after a minute or so, and regained 

a touch of her composure. She went from utterly lost in the lust and heat of it all, to someone in 

control, and even a bit commanding as she asked, “Does that feel good sweetie?” In reply, I 

nodded so hard it might have counted as exercise. But that wasn’t enough for her. “Say it baby. 

And say Mommy!” Her tone was lusty, but also kind of commanding. At first I didn’t know what 

she meant. But she was quick to clarify. “Say, oh god Mommy, your tits feel so good around my 

cock! Say, Mommy you're making my cock feel so good! I want to hear it baby. I need to hear it. I 

need to hear how slutty it sounds!”

I got where she was going, and I totally fucking agreed. I didn’t know it until she said it, but this 

was absolutely so much more than a titfuck. This was all about the fact that it was her, that it 

was MOM! So I called her Mommy, and told her how good it felt. I described to her what I was 

feeling in detail I told her how amazing her breasts felt, and when she quickly corrected me by 

saying, “tits”, I never called them anything else again. 

Mom kept the pressure slow and steady. Her pacing was perfect, and despite the fact that what 

was happening was actually hotter than anything I’d ever previously masturbated to, I didn’t feel 

like I was anywhere near cumming! Then Mom said, “I don’t want this to stop.” I told told her I 

didn’t either, but I’d misunderstood, and she was quick to correct me. 

“No sweetie, I mean, I don’t want this to be the only time.”

“ I want you to drive us somewhere nice, and feel your hand on the back of my head as I suck 

your cock in the car that your Dad and I bought you! I want to sneak into the bathroom after you 

get home from work, and stroke your cock in the shower! I want you to put me on my hands and 

knees on your bedroom floor, and tell me what a slut I am for letting my own Son fuck me hard! I 

want YOU! Mommy wants you so bad baby…”

And that, was 100% what did me in. Before she’d even finished I was grabbing on to the nearest 

pillar and screaming “I’m gonna cum Mom!” which only turned her on even more. She stroked 

me off with her tits and I absolutely covered them in my cum. It hit her chin and dripped off her 

face. It filled her cleavage line and spilled all over the front of her outfit. It overflowed onto the tops 

of her tits and ran in warm rivers down the cracks and along her nipples. And while I was 

cumming, Mom was moaning almost as much as I was.

When it was all over, Mom was beaming. She smiled up at me, and asked me if I wanted what 

she wanted, and if I’d liked that as much as she had. To which I could only reply, “More. Even 

more!” Which seemed to make her very happy. 

Mom drove home covered in the cum, and I drove home in my own car. Before we walked in, I 

tried to stop her, and ask her what she was going to do if Dad saw her like that! But Mom just 

smiled at me, and told me that she would tell him that she did a little Mommy/Son role play in the 

car garage before she left work. 

I think I went sheet white, but Mom just laughed and said to trust her. “Your Dad’ll love that kiddo. 

Don’t even worry about it”. Then she went into the house, and 10 minutes later I followed. Sure 

enough, when I asked Dad where Mom was, he got all red in the face and told me that she had 

to clean up because she’d made a mess of her outfit before leaving work that night. 

That weekend, while Dad was watching football with some friends in the living room, I was 

standing in the kitchen, with my Mother’s full red lips bobbing noisily up and down the length of 

my cock. She sucked me off while I kept watch, and Dad waited for his snacks to be done. And 

that was just the beginning, she promised. From there, my life was only going to get better.

Of course, no matter what we ended up adding to our new life, one thing was certain. I had a 

new weekly chore. It was my job to get the groceries…